ON EDGE
10-03-2013, 09:00 AM
Early dawn light filtered, as the small healer slowly moved towards the pack of Seracia, a scent she had lightly recognized from the stranger who had helped her move Isardis to the lake after his battle with Chrysanthe. In her memories she went back to the battle, and remembered the snarls, and the horror that swept through her as she watched wolves rip into each other, watched as her own king was ripped into. No healer ever liked battles, most didn't even want to be there, but she had followed her pack that day, just in case. Isardis had declared war. War on Valhalla, and while she herself wasn't sure exactly of the alliances that Valhalla had, she knew it was about to get bad. That hadn't phased her, in her decision to be polite. That hadn't swayed her decision to leave in the early morning light. The stranger who had helped her, had risked his own life, in the battlefield to get to her injured king and while she resented his intrusion on her job, she had not be vain enough to believe, that she would have been able to move Isardis all on her own. He had helped her, and he deserved the thanks that he would get. At the edge of the border, she was careful to stop at a respectful distance, and she rested back on her haunches, glancing around her warily as she titled her head back, a high soprano note leaving her maw calling to the stranger who had helped her previously. Warily she wondered if someone else would answer her call, and wondered if this would be well-received or if she had made a very bad mistake. Nerves on edge, she sat, and waited. Speech... |
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